Priorities

Ode to an Unmade Bed

By

Sister Simone Campbell

The unmade bed served as mute testament

To the fullness of life exuberantly embraced—

a not looking back or worrying

about the unsquared corners.

Rumpled blankets grabbed

in the chill of midnight

tossed aside at dawn in the leap

for something new.

But this unmade bed served

as a haven in the darkness,

caressed evening weariness,

eased the sometimes ache of night.

Perhaps it goes unmade in tribute

to the chaos comforted,

to the ready welcome it offers

post toil, post tears.

Perhaps it goes unmade as a dream

catcher—so far beyond control

a tribute to faithful willingness

for something more.